About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Griffith Station Los Angeles Post Office and noticed an unusual sound coming from inside—a soft humming, almost like someone playing the violin. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw no one but heard the music growing louder with each passing minute. Finally, the driver heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning old man wearing a fedora and holding a tiny violin. ‘Ah,’ said the stranger, bowing slightly, ‘just finishing my daily concert.’ The delivery guy blinked a few times before asking, ‘You work here?’ To which the old fellow replied, ‘Not exactly, I’m just a regular who loves to entertain while waiting for his package.’
2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Griffith Station Los Angeles Post Office with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, he noticed the clerk’s eyes were fixed on something above him, and she whispered, ‘It’s here again.’ Curious, the driver looked up too—and saw nothing but empty shelves. The clerk smiled mysteriously and said, 'Oh, it’s just our regular visitor—the ghost of a postal worker who used to deliver packages before retiring.' They both laughed, and the driver realized he’d been had by another old LA urban legend.
3. One day, while sorting mail at Griffith Station Los Angeles Post Office, an employee noticed something strange: every Tuesday afternoon, exactly at 3:17, a small pile of letters appeared on the counter—without anyone delivering them. Curious, she followed the trail of envelopes one week and found that they always came from the same neighborhood. Turned out, a regular had been dropping off his neighbors' mail for years because their mailbox was too short for standard-sized letters! Everyone laughed when they discovered the secret postal helper.
4. Have you heard about the strange thing that started happening at Griffith Station Los Angeles Post Office? Every afternoon around three o’clock, when the sun begins its descent behind the hills, the mailbox doors would inexplicably open wide on their own. One day, a delivery driver noticed an envelope floating gently out of one of the opened mailboxes. He picked it up and found a note inside: 'Dear Mailbox, please stop embarrassing us!' From then on, the mailbox doors closed themselves promptly at three sharp, much to everyone’s relief.